Guest Post: Brookeybaby's Birthday Sex

Today we have a GUEST BLOGGER! I'm a fan of her writing and have told her that if her own blog Brookey's Cafe Blog gets any racier, she'll be in this genre. She tackles everything from relationships to current events, but today..she's tackling some good sex on her birthday. Sexy Readers, please welcome Brookeybaby to the blog!



It’s Friday, my birthday, and I have plans with girlfriends. You call to tell me you’ve just touched down and going straight into the city to meet some friends. I say I’ll stop by to say hi, so after work, I go looking for you. I get there. There are some people there that I recognize, so I say hi – butterflies doing a dance in my stomach cuz I haven’t spotted you yet. Finally I catch a glimpse, slide myself over to you, hugs, squeezes. Damn you look good. There are so many people around that their presence wipes my wetness. Pleasantries are exchanged, time is passing.

“I can’t stay long, gotta run.”

“Don’t leave – you just got here.”

Your eyes are piercing right through me - under their watch my blood runs hot.

“My friends are waiting for me.”

“Stay….”

My mouth is dry and I wanna taste your lips.

“Call me later – I’ll be home. Come by if you want.”

Did I just invite you over? Hmmm…wonder if you’ll show.

1am

The bell rings and I automatically feel self conscious cuz I have kitty cat pajamas on. Nah, couldn’t be….could it?

I buzz you up although I’m a little afraid to let you in. How did you figure out where I live?

“Come in.”

I show you around – the small apartment can hardly contain the energy that has just walked in. The air is sucked from my lungs and I stop breathing.

“Have a seat.”

Because I can’t think of anything else to do, I turn on the tv.

“Wanna watch a movie?”

“No.”

No? now what? You dream about these moments – play them over and over again like a musical refrain, but the time is now and I’m clueless.

“So what do you wanna do then?”

Did I just ask that out loud? I knew what I wanted to do but I could be reading this whole thing wrong. For a second I felt foolish.

“I’m still dirty from the plane. Shower – I wanna take a shower.”

A shower? Hmmm…this could be interesting.

You follow me to the bathroom as I turn on the hot water for you – not realizing you are undressing behind me. I turn to face you and I see your skin.

“Wanna join me?”

Without waiting for an answer, you pull my kitty cat top over my head – my arms up in the air like I surrender. Steam is filling the space around us as you finish undressing me, watching me, cupping my face, your hands bring my mouth to yours.

A passionate kiss that provokes a blush When one attempts to tame the rush Of two lovers locked in exotic bliss Of a sweet, seductive kiss

We’re in the shower – water flows over glowing skin as natural as a river retuning home to the ocean. Now I’m open. You run soapy hands all over my body, like we’re dancing, swimming in an aqua sea, our bodies mix, no resisting. Now I’m imagining making love to you and it’s agonizing.

Completely saturated, I kneel down – pushing you back slightly against the wall, making room for myself to please you. I take you in my hand, then to my lips, washing you with my tongue – gently, then increasing until you’re erect with masculinity – you – a tree, heavy bearing good fruit. You want to splash me with your juice, let it rain on me, my breasts, face, lick it with my lips before I let it drip. But I don’t let you.

We get out, no lights. Just two shadows dancing in moonlight reflected from candlelit walls. The bed finds us – I’m on top of you, like I’m sitting on a mountain trying to reach my peak. I feel the warmth of you inside me, the aroma we create is making me high. I’m there, but you take me higher – like the ebb and flow of a tide. I flood you, orgasms gently falling like the first snow of the season. I’m drenched, we rotate, there’s more love to share, so you take the lead. Soooo slow – you show me the true meaning of ecstasy.

The moon caresses two bodies melting into a chocolate glaze My fantasy becomes reality under a starry haze A scene so pornographic, you have me in a daze Never knew you could please me in so many ways

Morning is here, daybreak. We find each other and begin to reenact the night, memories in a mental play back – trying to recapture what we shared only a few hours ago while forging ahead recreating memories yet to come. So sweet and intoxicating, we indulge in vicarious pleasures. I want you so close to me that your soul touches mine. You feel me all over, warm, you wrap my arms and legs around you and again we make waves. As you release, I squeeze you. Sopping, you wet my lips again with kisses until your unhurried breath brings us to a slow slumber under morning skies. A soft, sexy whisper finds its way to my ear….

“Happy Birthday Brookeybaby”

Guest Blogger: Pink Cashmere's "Kitten Play"

I REALLY enjoy guest bloggers and today's guest is super hot, super sexy and dime material. She's also pretty soft and mellow. She goes by the name...

Pink Cashmere.

Here's her confession...


It was 4:23 am and I knew I had that picture somewhere. He had gotten me so horny and wet. I had already come three times for him while chatting on the computer...saying naughty things between typing. We were skilled at pushing one another's buttons like that. I had already had one of those arched-back, head-thrown back, last-two-fingers-in-my-mouth orgasms. The last time I planted the soles of both feet on the couch as I let her pulsate into ecstasy without even touching her, something only a pussy as powerful as she could do after being so stimulated.


It was him...the pretty brown color of his eyes, the seriousness of his expression, the tone of his skin. He was handsome, but it was much more than that. It was the confidence with which he carried himself. He was a man about his business in the bedroom. While I was not the first of his fantasies, not the only, and not the last, I didn't want to think about that shit. The shit that convoluted my thoughts, pissed me off sometimes, slapped me back out of fantasy world into reality. I wanted him. I wanted to get lost with him again into the secret world we created together. I wanted to think about nothing but me being selfish and indulging in the pleasure he willingly gave me, over and over, as much as I wanted, whenever I wanted.


Finally, I found it, that picture of his pretty chocolate scepter that would serve as my template for lust. The object of my pleasure and subsequent stroking. Still wet from the cream I had produced earlier, it took very little to stimulate her into action again. I was surprised at the increase in wetness yet again-- I had MORE!! My now stiffened clit petitioned for my fingers again, as I closed my eyes and focused on the mental picture I had taken of his thick tool. Mmm, I knew about these kind, they filled up the valleys so nicely. So gentle I touched her, playing with her, imagining him teasing me with that perfectly shaped head of his.


Suddenly, I became greedy, and this was happening fast. I craved his shaft so badly it ached inside of me. I bit my lip and whispered his name even though he would not hear me...I took my passions on a round trip ride around my clit, stroking in circles which were growing stronger. I felt myself climbing the mountain and persisted, speeding up, imagining receiving all of that deep within me. He sent me that for a reason; he wanted me to lust for it, and it was working. I kept imagining every position we could possibly do, some damn near impossible! I was imagining squeezing his muscular ass so as to guide that beautiful piece of art deeper inside of me.


Clear wet kitty juice joined the cream that was already there, replenishing her. She was ready, throbbing and almost there. My hand would be the substitute for his fingers and his tongue. My wetness enhanced by the picture of his manhood penetrating me. The faster I imagined him stroking, the faster my stiff finger went in circles, until finally, my quads tightened...my back arched once again, and I whipped my hair around like a rock star, letting my lips whisper his name once more.


Motherfucker he was, making me fuck myself like this.



WOW!

Now that is some hot stuff...

My name is The Fury and I'd be her motherfucker...LOL

A Look Over the Shoulder

At the beginning of 2008, I made a list of resolutions for the blog. We all know how resolutions go...let's see how we did in completing the tasks ahead of us. Here's one last look over the shoulder, I like that look. The look she gives right before I slide into a new year ;-)

1. Get invited to a sex party: Hmmm Technically this happened. I couldn't go and the person that told me about it ( a reader and God Bless her) knew I wasn't going, but she asked if I would go. And it was in another state, but this counts... GRADE: C-

2. Post more: I did this. Easily I did this. I even wrote a bunch of stuff I never thought I'd talk about in public even if it's anonymous. I still need improvement. GRADE: B+

3. Introduce some new (old) characters: Misty, Kizzy, Poetry, Almond Joy, Sol, Lotus, Ayo. I was on a roll this year! Both the real and fantasy, I damn near gave up the entire slut bag of a life, I've lived...oh did I say almost..HA! I'm lying...but I did bring some new (old) stuff out for the readers....and I have more!! Just wait until you find out the connections.... GRADE: A (brushing the shoulders off)

4. Make Phoenix post: She posted once and it was hot. I think I once threatened to choke her with my dick if she didn't post...maybe that's why she didn't post..she's such a freak. Maybe next year? GRADE: F

5. Bring in some guests: First there was "Siren" then "Smokey" both wrote incredibly hot guest posts that garnered lots of comments. I want more from both of them this year...and all you other guest posters waiting in the wings. It was less than my once a month idea, but shit they were hot. GRADE: B

6. Shake the writing up: I tried...not sure if I succeeded, but I did get some offline comments and emails about the writing. GRADE: YOU TELL ME..

7. HNT: Ehhh, things got complicated. This moved even further from being possible. GRADE: N/A

8. Design Change: For bad or good this place looks the exact same. Should I change? What would you like to see if anything? GRADE: F

9. Get more lurkers to comment in private or public: A small amount of private emails slid into my box, two very intriguing in person compliments from those new to the circle of trust and a couple of lurkers poked their heads in to say hello officially. See I told you I wouldn't bite:-) GRADE: B-

And HOLY SHIT! This year we received 223,000+ page views with 133,000 first timers (lurkers) to The Dirty Details. You can do that math, but obviously that's much better than the fucking economy growth. That sounds like quite a nice way to end the year.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING. I AM HERE BECAUSE YOU READ AND I'LL CONTINUE TO WRITE AS LONG AS YOU WANT TO READ...

So, have a wonderfully sexy New Year. I'll be back with lots more next year. Oh there's still plenty to confess and lots more lurkers to conjure out of the dark spots of the confessional. How shall I begin the new year? What would you like to hear about? Who would you like to hear about? What would you like to see?

A Slut in the Audience

Greetings Sexy Readers! Once again, I've been honored to post a hot, sexy, funny as hell story from a guest poster. We'll call her Smokey. And boy, where there's smoke....there's fiyah!

A Slut in the Audience
By Smokey

“Young people today have the advantage of investing their money early in retirement funds and other types of funds. Young people today can be millionaire by the time…”

Jesus this shit is boring.

It was the first week back to school and my first *cough* senior year at Historically Black University. One of the classes I had, forced us to go to these boring modules where some pompous jackass stands up there and tells us the same thing our teachers tell us. I was bored playing my favorite game, "how would this person fuck?" I looked at the guy on the stage and tried to sum him up. Young, white, investment banker from big firm in New York, wearing what is definitely a Tom Ford suit. I could tell by the air of arrogance that he was way into himself, probably more than the people around him. Sex with him would be quick and unsatisfying. I was bored again.

“I would like to introduce my colleague, Mr. Shane Chestnut.”

Not another fucking speaker shit. Don’t this fool-OOH DAMN! He fine as shit!

I looked up to see the finest chocolate brother to ever come out of a woman. He was tall and lean, but muscular. He had his dreads swept back into a ponytail. I looked around and started to see all the ladies in the room start to perk up. My front row seat let me get a chance to examine him up-close. He had clear smooth chocolate skin, nice pretty white teeth, and clear brown eyes. Then he did what I was hoping he wouldn’t do - he smiled. I heard myself make a noise and apparently it was a loud noise because he tripped on his words and looked at me and smiled. My friend next me said that I must have been deep in sex thought. I was praying that the sound I made was not a moan.

“I want to fuck him, Leese,” I whispered to her.

“Slut!”

“Cum guzzler!”

We both started to giggle as he looked over my way again and I smiled at him. He returned the smile and continued to talk about investing in mutual funds.

“I know where I want him to invest that dick!”

Leese nudged me and I had to stifle my laugh. I should have been paying attention so when the presentation was over, I could ask him questions. I could not hear a word he said. All I could do was examine him some more. I looked at his suit, Panty Dropping Cotton™. I knew I was done. I felt the area between my legs start to warm up and get tight. I started to shift in my seat to shake it off. I couldn’t. I looked at his hand as he talked with them. They were strong and big and NO RING!

“I’m fucking him.”

“You ain’t the only one thinking that honey. Shit if I wasn’t with Derrick right now, I would join you.” Leese had just gotten serious with a man she had a crush on our whole university career.

“I would like to thank all our presenters for coming out and informing all of our bright School of Business students!”

Finally over!

I quickly reached for my bag, pulled out my compact, touched up my lip gloss and checked my weave. I looked good. I adjusted my new Tahari suit and prepared my questions. There were already a bunch of girls surrounding him.

Ugh bitches!

I went over and casually talked to the first presenter, to look like I really wanted to know information and shit. I asked basic bullshit questions and of course he proves to be the pompous egotistical jerk-off I suspected. He looked me over with sex in his eyes and I gave him the “Muthafucka please” look. I half-heartedly listened to him ramble on about how much money he is making and how he is living the good life in New York. I looked over and saw that Mr. Chestnut was packing up to leave. I cut the convo short with Mr. Jerk-off and walked over to sexual chocolate.

I tapped Mr. Chestnut on his shoulder and introduced myself. He had a smirk on his face.

“What?” I asked innocently.

“I heard your comment about what you would like to invest in and what you wanted to do with me.”

I started to blush and play with my bangs. I was so embarrassed! I have always been told that I didn’t have a whispering voice. I guess he could tell I was embarrassed because he started to laugh.

“Don’t worry about it, Shorty.”

My pussy became hot. I was ready to fuck him right there.

“I’m sorry! I can be so vulgar sometimes.”

“So are you a slut?”

Damn he heard all of that. Wasn’t he talking? I must have been using my regular tone!

I licked my lips and thought about all the slutty things I wanted to do to him. I played out several scenarios of him forcing his dick down my throat and then turning me around and fucking me against the podium while grabbing my hair and grinding his dick deep into to me. I saw the image of me sprawled across the stage with him between my thighs, I’m grabbing his dreads and pushing his tongue deeper into my pussy.

“No, I’m a good girl. Scout’s honor!”

We laughed and had some small talk about his time in college and what not. I looked around and noticed the auditorium had cleared and I was ready to cut the bullshit.

“So you heard me, I want to fuck you. Do you want to fuck me?

“Wow bold are we?”

“I know that you’re going back to New York tonight and I like what I see. “

“You live on campus?”

“No. I live twenty minutes away.”

“Are you sure you want to do this,” he leaned into me and whispered. He grabbed my face and looked into my eyes and I looked into his, giving him his answer. He slowly let his hand glide down my body and then up my skirt. I moaned as soon as his fingers passed over my clit. I had just gotten my clit pierced and he was the first person to test it out. His fingers dove deep while his thumb played with my ring. I was grinding hard on his hand, filling his palm up with my sweet nectar. He took his other hand and grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me. I closed my eyes and let all the good feelings wash over me. My whole body started to get warm and I knew that I was about to cum. His fingers grew deeper and deeper and our kisses became harder like we were hungry for each other. Just as I was about to cum, I hear sounds, like someone is calling my name. I look up to see Leese standing behind Mr. Chestnut.

“Bitch what the fuck?! I have been waiting for your ass for 30 minutes. You ready to fucking go?! Oh and hello my name is Leese. I’m her roommate.” Mr. Chestnut was just as confused as I was. He then gathered himself and introduced himself. He extended the hand that had all my juice on it. “Didn’t you just have that shit all in her pussy?!”

We all started laughing and I invited him back to my place.

“Well my flight leaves in an hour and a half. I don’t think I would make it if I was to take you up on your offer.”

Leese and I gave each other the knowing look. “I forgot I have to go to the bookstore and get this book so I probably will be on campus for another 20 minutes.”

“Wait up, I’ll go with you! Gimme a sec, k?”

I turned to Mr. Chestnut and told him that as much as I wanted to fuck him, a little quickie in the auditorium wasn’t my style. He completely understood and we kissed one more time and exchanged numbers.

Right as I was walking out the door he said...

“When we get up next time, I’m going to invest my dick in the back of your throat and give you a payoff of a load to your face.”

I smiled coyly at him and knew that I would be making a visit to New York just to see if that investment would surely payoff.

I am The Fury and Smokey makes me want to talk to the students...

GUEST POSTER #1!!! - Siren presents "Slick Stuff"

Ask and you shall receive! I stated in my new year's blog resolutions that I wanted to have a few guest posters to confess some hot stories with all the dirty details. It took no time at all for my good friend Siren to rise to the challenge. In fact, within hours of asking her if she'd like to be a part of this experiment I received an email from her with a HOT story! Siren is as sexy as she sounds in this thing and boy did she rise to the occasion (as did I - LOL). Here's her confession:

Slick Stuff

I remember that night so clearly, it was the type of night that still makes my “lips” throb when I flash back to it …even for an instant. Powerful and I had decided that we needed space … and furniture that we didn’t care about ruining. So this “motel” was going to serve as the stage for our performance.

Powerful was the sort of man that commanded your body – not always with words (although his sex voice was a force in itself) but with movements, looks and intensity. He also had the most beautiful dick I’ve ever had the pleasure of sucking. It made me want to make love to it…worship it almost. He earned the name.

So there I was, laying in the blue glow of the light provided by this seedy but well frequented love palace. I happen to enjoy a little porn with my meal from time to time and lo and behold a little threesome action was playing just for me. The blond chick on the screen was nibbling the clit of a very pretty Latina while being pounded from behind by average porn guy. Girl on girl always makes me wet. It was perfect.

Powerful was rummaging through the bag that I liked to call his “whore kit.” You know – it came complete with a utility belt and all that.

“What are you looking for baby? Everything you need is right here.” I said.

“Be patient…” He didn’t even look at me, but I sensed that what ever it was – it would be worth the wait.

“Alright baby – whatever you say”

“As always…”

God I craved this cocky bastard! And I was never disappointed when he talked that smack to me. He finally turned to me, holding whatever it was behind his back.

“Lay back and spread yourself wide for me baby.” He commanded.

“Like this?” I bit my lower lip and lowered my eyes. My caramel tinted legs were spread eagle for him. With my right hand I massaged my throbbing clit – hips undulating in slow rhythmic motion …in time with my fingers. My left hand held my pretty lips apart for him to see.

“Yeah that’s good – now close your eyes”

“Anything you want baby”

“As always”

Cocky bastard!

Just at that moment I felt it, cold liquid pouring down all over me. It ran down my torso and between my legs. He continued to pour until I was soaked in it. The sensation was shocking but good all the same. I started to open my eyes…

“I didn’t tell you to look – now do as you’re told. Rub that in …yeah just like that …rub my clit … get it wet for me.”

His clit – told you he was cocky.

But God… this felt so good. The smell was familiar, but I couldn’t place it. And it was so cold. My nipples were rock hard with anticipation of his mouth and covered in the slick liquid. It was like Powerful was reading my mind. I felt him rubbing the liquid into my breasts and then the heat of his mouth on my right nipple. His tongue was feverish and he bit just a little. I arched my back to meet him. He stroked the other nipple with his left hand. Powerful’s nipple play alone had gotten me to the point of orgasm on many a day.

His right hand found my clit and he rubbed it slowly with me - both of us working my clit - the cold liquid, mixed with my wetness – dripping onto the sheet. Damn…he knew how to touch me. He took his hand from my clit and touched my slightly parted mouth. I sucked furiously at his fingers.

“Do you like the way you taste? Do you taste ready?”

“Yes baby… please … I need it now.” My voice was low and urgent. I opened my eyes and looked at him, pleading.

He was enjoying my torture. His smile was pure evil and pure sex. It was a smile I loved. That smile meant his dick was hard to the point of bursting. That smile meant he had gotten me where he wanted me, wet and begging for it. Before I had time to think, he threw my legs over his glistening shoulders and was inside me. I swear - the first stroke from Powerful should be bottled and sold. The liquid made us so slippery. I loved feeling him sliding in and out and the slick grinding of his movements. My clit was rubbing along the top of his beautiful shaft with each motion … in… out… back… forth… slowly… deeply. I was about to explode…

And then suddenly he stopped.

By the time I opened my eyes to see what was happening, Powerful’s mouth found the source of my need and… I …just…let…go……

From a distance…some where in the blue glow of that room I heard Powerful saying,

“You are so beautiful when you cum.”

His last word came out as sort of a half moan or grunt. He was jerking himself off furiously, listening to my cum sounds and watching my face. His moaning became louder and his breathing ragged.

“Please…”

That was all I could manage from my cum haze and I opened my mouth to receive him….

The porno was done. The blue light made the beads of sweat on Powerful’s back look the same color of raindrops in bad velvet paintings,the kind that would hang in this seedy love palace. The sheets were soaked in our sweat and our cum and that slick cold liquid. The poor cleaning lady!

“What was that stuff anyway?”

“You told me once, about a story in that Black Erotica book you love. It was about two people and a bottle of Olive oil. Well I didn’t have time to get to the supermarket but I figured this would do. Sorry it was so cold; it was in my car all day.”

I giggled at the familiar bottle “That was a very nice touch. I knew I recognized that smell!”

Johnson’s Baby Oil – a must have for any motel adventure!

I am Siren – and Fury was nice enough to let me cum and share with you.


....ahem..told you it was hot. Show your love in the comments for Siren...I need a moment alone;-)